The Huckold Married??

So Mandor!

"That's a pussy, both of you being guys don't exist!" raffan scolds two friends who are trying to get a closet out of Deefa's old room.

Their stomachs were filled with food and full, but they had not yet entered the digestive tract properly and Raffan had forced them to lift the cupboard, shouldn't they be sitting around waiting for food to slide down into their digestion?

But Raffan instead silly pulled the two into the room when Deefa was going to the backyard to dry the clothes she had washed.

"Lo's closet is made of stone yes, this heavy," protested Gumay who was overwhelmed with the three-door closet.

"Lo think of the ancient times!" grunts Raffan, "where there's a cupboard out of stone."

"There is a case if you lack work and order a closet from stone!" sambar Gumay did not want to lose, moreover Raffan was doing slavery to them, as if they were now in the colonial era.

"Help what Raf, why Lo even became a foreman," chirped Rio who had since seen Raffan was just busy babbling while his limbs were idle near the bed.

"Gue ngarahin Lo both let's not be bentok," replied as he pleased to save himself from Rio's accusations that are real.

"Fuck you!" maki Gumay hears Raffan who can always answer quickly.

"Mas."

The call from outside the room made Raffan hurriedly approach the closet and act as if he was helping Gumay and Rio lift the closet.

"I'm lifting up Deef's closet" said Raffan in a loud voice.

"King of drama act," murmured Gumay to see Raffan's behavior.

"Oh yes," Deefa said as she peeked in front of the wide-open door.

Raffan showed a satisfied grin as Deefa was about to leave the place.

"Mak Deefa," Gumay's voice made Deefa stop.

"Sir Deefa! You think my wife is the campus cafeteria waitress you called Mommy!" cecar Raffan did not accept Gumay's call to his wife.

"Oh Brother Deefa then," said Gumay again.

"He's not Lo's brother!" still don't like the call Gumay said.

"Deefa just call Deefa," Rio advised.

"Don't songong! Deefa is older than you." instead, she would rather not make Rio and Gumay confused, especially when Deefa was looking at them.

"Lo just call Deefa, Raf," Rio defended himself because from earlier he heard Raffan calling Deefa even though sometimes also calling dear.

"Gue her husband, want her older still I am the head of the family, my name is in the top row on the family card." saying his position with a cheeky and triumphant face when Gumay and Rio could no longer say.

"Why are you still there?" now switch to Deefa who had not moved.

"They'll call Deefa Mas" Deefa said, seeing Gumay and Rio take turns.

"Not so!" Raffan replied firmly.

Deefa puts her shoulders and turns to them.

"Yes on, to the right slightly knock that door."

And now came the voice of Raffan who was giving directions to his friend who was trying to move the closet carefully, because if the closet blisters a little Raffan threatened not to treat them if they win the race later tonight, when they clearly know how a Raffan, the threat will never really prove, he said, just nonsense so that his wishes are fulfilled.

Given the real race Raffan has not yet spoken to his wife, it seems there is no intention to ask for permission, so just let him accept the consequences later.

Step by step Gumay and Rio brought the cupboard upstairs, walk up the stairs with sweat that has been pouring shows that they are really hot and tired at the moment.

Finally, with great difficulty, the closet is now neatly lined next to Raffan's closet that has been filled.

"When it was a closet, it was still carrying a closet below as well" murmured Gumay dropped his body on the floor, she and Rio knew enough not to sleep on the mattress that is now the battleground of Raffan and Deefa.

It used to be possible that they would not hesitate to roll on the bed, but now it is no longer the same, it is very disrespectful and unethical if they still equate with the old.

Raffan used to be a bachelor just like them, but now no longer because there was a woman who accompanied him to sleep with the status of a wife and very halal to be flanked as well.

The eyes of Gumay and Rio widened wide with the density of the closet like the traffic of the capital that often occurs congestion.

"There are still clothes belonging to my wife who has not been in the place, if this closet is not moved continue to put where my wife's clothes?" pointing to the corner of the room where there are high piles with various colors, clearly the clothes and veil belonging to Deefa who is waiting to be put in the closet.

Rio who had been standing also dropped his body to the floor sitting next to Gumay who was still bored, his breathing still sounded heavy like a person who just finished Marathon.

"His friends are home?" asked Deefa who was going down the stairs.

He was in the reading room, tidying up reading books that were very messy, maybe when he was not around Raffan busy himself reading also learn what he did not know about the laws concerning the household and husband and wife, as well, because the books that are messy and scattered on the table are more about it.

"Have, hastily they," answered Raffan while closing the door, lying when his friend was still very comfortable but he forced him to go home after being satisfied draining their energy.

"Let's go to Dad and Mom's house."

"Well?" tanya Raffan followed the wife who was heading to the kitchen.

"They asked us to go there, my miss mother said," Deefa answered, opening the freezer to bring out the fruits she wanted to eat, "Mas wants?" bargain on Raffan who shook his head.

"How long?" asked Raffan with a watchful face.

"Nginep, tomorrow morning just come home," replied Deefa washing the apples in the sink and wiping them from the remaining water.

"I have business tonight, tomorrow is the impression" said Raffan.

Deefa put the apple on the plate and then turned to grab the knife, "what deal? really important?" deefa asked with the knife in her hand.

Raffan was a little horrified by the sparkling knife that showed that it was very sharp and could cut anything, maybe including himself?

"Important," he said, glancing at the knife which was now peeling the skin of the apple.

"Can't be delayed first?"

Raffan shook his head anxiously and his mouth said, "can't be dear, really important, nginepnya next time ya."

Deefa frowned, "so pretty important, how come it's really important now?" squeaking suspiciously.

Raffan laughed stiffly when he realized that Deefa was very thorough, so he had to persuade his wife even harder to make Deefa believe him.

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